ad astra

But I am a star,
burning in a sea of space;
I have no arms,
no hands
to reach that destined place.

Gravity keeps
my spin aligned,
crushes my being
to burst forth
in shine.

There is no destination
when I revolve
around myself,
no lost and found
by which to mark
my health.

I am not a man
but a glow that beams
across the hearts
and minds,
(those heavenly oceans)
of imagining.

I am a star,
suspended
in a sea of space;
not an ideal,
a hope,
that consumes no space.

I am my own star
among the desert sky,
with my own weight
and gravity
to aid me by.